Their murmurs only made his resolve even stronger. He couldn't break down in front of these people, had to keep fighting to show his own will was strong. His Doms wouldn't pick someone weak, and he wouldn't be able to deal with it if he was so simply dismantled in front of those who would only know him by that. What he hadn't expected was such a kiss, and he engaged her in it hungrily. Having his lip bitten left him with a moment of shock where he could do nothing but lick at the wound and hold his tongue to it up until she moved again.

His head fell back and his entire body reacted to the foot against his groin. Fuck, that hurt. It sent chills of pain and something else down his spine and he was lost in the throes of the impromptu action until she spoke. His head hung low and he breathed through it, mind whirring to make the connections of what just happened. This wasn't her worst; his Dom was there to watch and wait; he was going to enjoy this fight.